To remember you / Looking back at me from many places.

By Grace Shuyi Liew
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Poetry

“Poem of Beginnings” and “The Sarah Poems”

Poetry

The soul advances, the soul is trampling the universe.

Honoring the landscapes, community, and connections that weave the gorgeous and complex histories of Filipinos at home and in the diaspora.

Seeking work in the spirit of play and performance from queer South Asian artists

Fiction

Boys shouldn’t have tails, we told him.

Interviews

Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life

Poetry

At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.

Poetry

We are not rich, neither are we poor.

Interviews

Former Open City Fellow Nadia Misir answers thirteen questions about her writing life

Fiction

I imagined we might pitch over the edge of the mountain.

Fiction

I felt no joy out there, not close to the joy I felt in Daiso.

Fiction

Red roof, red walls, red steps. Red everything.

Poetry

India’s Covid-19 lockdown was ordered in four phases.

Poetry

“The Buddha Tries to Withdraw Money During the Revolution” and “On Being Absent During the Revolution”

Poetry

“To Hold Hands Again” and “When My Songs are Over, I Lose My Grip”

Reportage

One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore

Essays

By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.

A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines

Interviews

Former Open City Fellow Nadia Misir answers thirteen questions about her writing life

Poetry

“Poem of Beginnings” and “The Sarah Poems”

Fiction

I imagined we might pitch over the edge of the mountain.

Poetry

The soul advances, the soul is trampling the universe.

Fiction

I felt no joy out there, not close to the joy I felt in Daiso.

Fiction

Red roof, red walls, red steps. Red everything.

Honoring the landscapes, community, and connections that weave the gorgeous and complex histories of Filipinos at home and in the diaspora.

Poetry

India’s Covid-19 lockdown was ordered in four phases.

Seeking work in the spirit of play and performance from queer South Asian artists

Poetry

“The Buddha Tries to Withdraw Money During the Revolution” and “On Being Absent During the Revolution”

Fiction

Boys shouldn’t have tails, we told him.

Poetry

“To Hold Hands Again” and “When My Songs are Over, I Lose My Grip”

Interviews

Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life

Reportage

One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore

Poetry

At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.

Essays

By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.

Poetry

We are not rich, neither are we poor.

A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines